Lust Yet Remained

It is a beautiful day where I live, partly cloudy with the promise of evening showers and some sun with a rare yet plausible hope for a rainbow. Only if life itself was like this day every day, where you yearn for something, wishing it comes true!

Yet life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it. An incident that occurred changed the way I think of women. I was in Chandigarh to close a deal with a company for my business and I was going through pictures of my childhood and every birthday I had celebrated back home. In one of those, I saw the picture of one of my long-time crushes at that time and was wondering how far we all have moved in life. I recalled her name with some difficulty owing to the layers of sand upon a  memory and used the ever-vibrant social media handles to see if I could figure out what she was up to.

I skimmed through Facebook and Instagram, yet no luck. Disappointed, I decided to redirect my energies to more pressing needs. I moved to get ready for a meeting.

The meeting went better than I expected. Upon returning to my hotel, I thought of exploring some nightlife in Chandigarh of which I have heard interesting things from a lot of people. I ordered tea when I heard a ping on my phone from Facebook.

Lo! It was HER! IT WAS HER! But HOW? I saw a friend request and I accepted. I got a message, “How are you?”

I replied, “I’m good. How about you? And how did you find me?!”

She told me that she had changed her name and put up an RSS feed in case someone tried searching for her using her old surname. My spirits deflated hearing this and I thought she was married. However, she told me ‘Gangopadhyay’ and ‘Ganguly’ are the same but since her admission to medical school, she had to change it to what it said to her father’s surname. The balloon went to twice its size. I had a shot.

I asked her where she was. She said she was living in Delhi.

According to her Facebook profile, she had turned into quite a sexy young woman. I couldn’t get the thoughts and fantasies that followed out of my head while still looking at the message box. I wanted to meet her immediately. However, it couldn’t be helped as I had a couple of more days to spend in Chandigarh.

I couldn’t focus. My nights were restless. My thoughts were ravenous. My needs were unfulfilled and unsatisfied!

I returned to Delhi post this conversation. We had shared our contact details. We started ‘whatsapping’ each other. I heard her voice over a call. She still had that polite and innocent voice, but there was a naughtiness to her innocence. I didn’t know what it was.

We met in August. Delhi still sweltering under the sun, we went to Haus Khas to have a couple of drinks. Time passed rather quickly. We talked about what we were up to all these years. Talks moved to love, sex, break-ups, desires, fantasies, and experiences. There was a charm to a directness that women don’t admit yet they like. Some think it is scandalous to speak your mind so openly, while some think you are a pervert. Others say that you need to get married. What they don’t admit is that there is a sexiness to being direct, to know someone who knows exactly what they want, and the confidence to say it exactly what they are thinking of.

And there was silence broken by her giggles at the answers I had told her. I noticed the evening sun caressing her nape, adorned by a bead of sweat gently trickling down her shoulder. She flicked her hair to the other side and said, “I would like to try what you fantasize about.”

We hired a cab, got in, and started kissing. Before the cab guy could turn and say something, I handed him a 500 and told him the address. It was a 10-minute ride and for me, it could have been 10 hours.

I kissed my crush’s neck, while she went down my trousers. And boy, I couldn’t wait. The feeling of her warm mouth, the way her tongue played with my hardened tool, and the way she looked up with innocence in her eyes and a naughty crinkle at the edges – any man would have overloaded her already full mouth!

This went on and my eyes were on the cab guy, checking if he really was taking us to the address I told him.

Then the cab stopped. I zipped. We rushed to my home, shut the door, and undressed in haste that I had never felt before in my life. She jumped on me and I caught her mid-air. Her legs interlocked behind my back and still holding her up, we kissed. A deep, hungry, lustful, naughty, tongue-fighting kiss. The kind you want when it has been far too long, where you want to just merge with the person you are making LUST to.

I carried her to the bed, switched on the AC (hoped it was up to the task), and made her sit at the edge of the mattress while still kissing her. Then I moved to her nape, came forward, trailing a path with my tongue, reached her collar bone, moved to the side of her throat, and gave her a small bite, a mark to be visible. I moved to her breasts. They were well-shaped, petite, and soft yet firm. I kissed the left one gently while cupping the other one.

Then it was time to give her a lesson on the use of the tongue. I reached her erect nipples. I took the left one between my lips and started flipping it with my tongue, while my hand was playing with the other. She wriggled in my grip and I laid her on the bed. Her legs were still holding onto me. My body was pushed against hers. Her back started arching upwards. I eased my flicking and she arched more. Then I stopped!

She grabbed my head and pushed me to her breasts. I should obey her desires. I pressed down as she arched down. I was gently sucking them. The pleasure was such that she leaned further back. I bowed a bit as I didn’t want to rip them from her breasts. And we dove together like a wave crashing on another to the bed.

Then I moved to her navel and gave her gentle bites. A bit of breath and down between her legs. It was clean, moist, and warm with flowery and salty-tasting fluids. I licked her cove once, tantalizing her. Then I buried myself between those legs. I licked her clit, and used my tongue to repeatedly flick it, while my hands kept her from arching too much. I could feel her grip tighten on my head.

While I was at it, I moved an arm and inserted my middle finger right up her love hole. She shuddered and shook from her waist up, turning and writhing and still grabbing the bedsheet and my head. I lifted my head and buried it in her navel, playing using my tongue. She grabbed my head with her hands, turned me over and slid down to give me another kiss that told me it was too much for her to handle she wanted it! She wanted it NOW!

She pressed her lower body to mine to take a feel of how things were with me and she knew. It was her turn to tease me. She went further and took my little brother right up her throat, sucking as if she wanted to empty my balls. I felt a jolt go down my spine. She gave me a gentle bite at the base of my cock and suddenly sat on me in a swift motion and involuntarily made the head of my penis poke her cove, releasing a small gasp from the both of us. Then she lifted her hips, like aligning the sword and its sheath.

“Ahh!!!” We both gasped and moaned. I was in and she was on top of me. She sat still like that for a minute, maybe to get accustomed to my girth or to feel the waves of pleasure washing over the both of us. Then she flipped her long dark hair back. It reached the base of her hips and she slowly started gyrating her waist. The motion along with the gentle caresses of her hair at the base of my cock was adding a totally different flavor to ‘woman on top’. A pleasure thus far devoid to me. I realized the value of long hair on a woman.

Meanwhile, she increased her pace and rhythm. I felt a pressure building up inside me. I didn’t want it to be over so soon. I grabbed her back and head and flipped her over and our positions were reversed.

I slowed our pace and kissed her neck, leaving a hickey. I gently bit her earlobe and kept up the slow pace. I could sense her getting impatient. I increased our pace. She stretched her legs wider and tensed urging me to get deeper with my strokes, all communicated without being spoken.

My pace had reached its max and every thrust was making us come closer. We both were drenched with sweat and the AC was feeling like a fan. Her teeth and hands were clenched, her legs outstretched, hair spread out on the bed. She let out a moan, deep and long and her legs gripped me from behind and I let loose, flooding her insides.

We were exhausted, it seemed a temporary respite, for the URGE was satisfied LUST yet remained..